One Hundred and Thirty-first Day
The preparation for the finals was not as tense as I had imagined.
Almost everyone trained silently and step by step.
Memorize lyrics, warm up your voice, write rap lyrics, and choreograph.
It was busy and orderly, but with a hint of sadness of parting.
Especially Jiang Pianpian, perhaps because they had worked together once, she often sighed when looking at Fu Xunyan and the others.
"Oh, the thought of not being able to see you guys often after the show ends is such a loss for my eyes!"
"Ah? Does that include me?" Liu Yongshan was lying on the ground panting and almost dead in the previous second, and the next second he opened his eyes wide and looked up at the only female tutor.
Jiang Pianpian deliberately pondered.
Liu Yongshan: "Teacher, you are so ruthless. I am going to make a scene..."
"No." Jiang Pianpian waved her hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Of course, this includes you. I can't bear to part with any of you, okay?"
Now even Ye Lai had an expression that said, "You are lying."
"Okay, no chatting during class!" Jiang Pianpian crossed her arms. "Do you still want to surpass the other group?"
"Not really." Fu Xunyan joined the jokes, raising his eyebrows and winking, "What we pursue is the perfection of the stage, not a win-lose situation."
"Don't lower our standards."
"Hey, you..." Jiang Pianpian discovered that Fu Xunyan, who seemed to be the most stable among them, had a completely different style after getting to know him.
Like a small dagger in the dark, it always pokes your waist without any malice, making you annoyed and want to laugh.
"If you keep doing this, I'll leave. You can just cry without a mentor."
Fu Xunyan was completely unmoved and just smiled at Min Hai.
"Alright, alright, alright, I know you guys are awesome." Jiang Pianpian covered her forehead, convinced by them, "Stop playing, let's finish stretching and start now."
"Ah?" Liu Yongshan roared in despair, tearing at his already damp chest. "I thought that was just one short movement?"
Chen Chi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with disdain: "Brother, you really didn't watch the video? Which of the moves you just practiced is related to the video?"
Liu Yongshan couldn't listen, he was only breathing his last breath.
But the bad thing is that this class is completely dominated by the best test takers. For a moment, he even felt that it would be better for him to be eliminated.
Jiang Pianpian was just about to turn on the video when Jiang Sulin came to visit her.
He brought a camera and asked them without any nonsense what the story of the show was.
Everyone looked at each other, and then looked at Fu Xunyan at the same time.
It looks like "it's your turn to make it up".
Hey, Fu Xunyan is actually the composer. Even if others don’t understand the meaning of the song, how could he not understand it?
"This is a—"
Fu Xunyan was about to speak when he felt dizzy.
For a moment, he felt the same pain as when he had just returned to 2015.
He was sensitive, so he immediately felt a sense of panic in his heart.
"What's wrong?"
Min Hai, who was closest to him, was the first to notice something was wrong. He grabbed his wrist and then put his arm around him.
A worried expression immediately appeared on Min Hai's face, causing a few people in the back row to feel frightened.
"What's wrong? Is he suffering from heatstroke? Help him get some rest!"
Several people worked together to carry Fu Xunyan to the edge of the classroom, where the air conditioner blew soothing breeze on his sweaty hair.
Fu Xunyan opened his mouth and looked up.
The people in front of him still appeared in his eyes as double images, which made it impossible for him to squeeze out a word from his throat.
"Xun Yan, have you been feeling unwell recently?"
Chen Chi, Bai Wenji and Da Pei stood up.
"After someone hit my arm last time, I'm really not in a good mood."
"No." Fu Xunyan denied their accusations.
"It has nothing to do with him, and my hand is healed."
Fu Xunyan turned his wrist, and the protective gear he had thrown away yesterday proved that he had indeed recovered from his hand injury.
"Why is that?" The photographer gave a wink, but was waved away impatiently by Jiang Sulin.
He knew that Fu Xunyan would not want his weakness to be exposed, but he still asked about Fu Xunyan's condition with concern - this was the seedling he was optimistic about, and as an idol and senior, he also hoped that he would not have any illness.
Fu Xunyan pursed his lips, seeming to resist answering.
Everyone was stuck here and there seemed to be no solution. Finally, Jiang Pianpian proposed a compromise.
"How about this, after practice today, have the production team take you to the hospital for a checkup. This kind of sudden dizziness can't be ignored. It will give you peace of mind if you take some pictures."
Everyone agreed after hearing this, and Fu Xunyan also came back to his senses from the brief panic in his heart and nodded in agreement.
The incident happened suddenly, and everyone practiced with worry, barely managing to practice until the evening.
When they were about to go to the hospital, Yin Xingheng stopped everyone and insisted on accompanying Fu Xunyan.
"Come on, do you know how to take care of people? I'm experienced, I'll do it."
No one asked him why he was so experienced. Everyone knew that he had a frail and sickly single mother, and it was this great mother who supported the young Yin Xingheng.
Along the way, Fu Xunyan could feel the nervousness of the people around him.
The face that was still childish when he came in matured rapidly in just over two months.
The night scenery flashed outside the window, and Yin Xingheng leaned against the car window, the night lights flying through his eyes.
"What's wrong? Take some rest. You see, your health problems are caused by not getting enough rest all day." Yin Xingheng didn't look at him, but just curled her lips and started to "educate" him.
This set of movements was performed so naturally that Fu Xunyan felt for a moment that he was facing an elder.
The nanny car has seven seats, and the driver is as silent as a silent sculpture, which makes it impossible not to let down your guard.
So Yin Xingheng only heard the people around him laughing muffledly.
"Your tone of voice sounds too much like that of an elderly grandfather."
Yin Xingheng stretched out his hand and pretended to hit him, but when it came down, it was light, with only a smile in his eyes.
"If I'm a grandfather, what are you? A grandpa who's even older than the grandfather?"
"If you don't want to worry the people around you, at least take yourself a little more seriously."
"How could I not take myself seriously?"
Yin Xingheng stammered, looking incredulous: "Are you kidding?"
"Don't you realize that skipping dinner to practice is incredibly unhealthy? Don't you realize that maybe taking a little time to sleep in the dorm instead of slumped against the practice room wall would be better for your spine?"
"Also, maybe you can relax a little sometimes? Every time I look at you, it's like looking at that top student in the class who studies like crazy. You just look dead all day long, and everything seems indifferent to you."
"Fu Xunyan, do you have any hobbies other than singing and dancing, like playing games or chatting?"
Fu Xunyan choked.
"Don't talk about me. I haven't seen you playing either."
Yin Xingheng was silent.
He hadn't removed his ring—it gleamed in the occasional light from the street lamp.
He said that the barber at the base was not as skilled as his mother, and he insisted on not having his hair cut. Now his hair has grown and piled up on his neck, and he has to use hairspray to apply bangs every time.
"Because I'm really worried. I'm worried that if I become addicted, I'll become a different person. What will happen to my mom then?"
Fu Xunyan turned his head, and he seemed to feel the oppression in that body that always looked relaxed.
Yin Xingheng faced Fu Xunyan's sudden worried gaze and habitually gave that nonchalant smile, but she froze in the middle of it, with half of her face blending into the darkness.
"Although I should be the one comforting you tonight, I don't know why..."
Fu Xunyan turned sideways, his expression so serious that Yin Xingheng instantly understood what he meant.
Go ahead and tell me. I'm willing to listen.
So for a moment, Yin Xingheng stopped the countless ideas in his mind of analyzing the other person's psychology and trying to please the other person in the best way, and obeyed his own desire for once.
"Okay, okay." Yin Xingheng buried his head in his knees and then raised it up. His whole spirit was different.
It was as if in an instant it transformed from a super energetic little leopard into a young bird silently licking its wounds at night.
He turned half of his face away, not wanting Fu Xunyan to see his whole face.
This has nothing to do with their identities now, and it has nothing to do with the fact that Fu Xunyan is the "patient" tonight.
At this moment, he wanted to say that if that particular person was willing to listen, all conditions would be met.
"I was very worried when I came in because this is a place with more than a hundred boys. I have been told about the problems that boys of this age face in various educational films and TV dramas."
"I know that I actually have a weak willpower. I've been able to live a positive life until now thanks to my busy schedule. I'm so busy that I don't have time to join cliques and learn bad habits."
"I really wanted to play games and buy beautiful clothes. When I turned 18, my biggest wish was to have a foreign relative leave me a multi-million dollar inheritance so I could buy a sports car and go clubbing."
"Actually, this is the first time I took the initiative to chat with you. Besides having a sense of familiarity for some reason, I also felt..." Yin Xingheng suddenly laughed as he spoke, but turned his face away and disappeared into the darkness.
"You're very cool, very... expensive, and you don't look like you have any bad habits."
"I was thinking that if I stayed with you, I wouldn't have the chance to be tempted."
Yin Xingheng turned around, his face was pitch black in the night, but Fu Xunyan saw the glittering light almost instantly.
"My choice was correct, and I avoided the possibility of falling into depravity."
He shrugged.
But the shoulders seemed so heavy that this iconic move was particularly slow today.
He looked at the face facing the light - just like when he first met him, still so lazy and fatally attractive, as if he was taking a pictorial all the time.
Yin Xingheng thought that he had made the right choice. This seemed to be fate's only blessing to him—he always...
Warmth fell on the head.
Little by little, it penetrated his hair and warmed up his head - otherwise why would he start to feel dizzy?
"That's not the case. That's not how Yin Xingheng looks to me."
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